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[soulsurvivore]

WHO: FILTHY WEEDS . . . and anyone who wants to try and lurk
WHERE: near the fountain
WHEN: Day 8, late night

[ Late at night, a couple of the newcomers may or may not be lurking near the fountain, waiting to discuss things! They're not a team, so they're not exactly organized, okay.

Non-weeds are, of course, welcome to try and see what they're up to. have fun with that. ]

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[stirtheblood]

[VICIOUS IS... not at the meeting. He is not aware there is a meeting. Or probably even that there is a group to meet.

Instead, he's heading into the dark forest, which seems like a much more natural place to spend the night.]

[wooliefrand]

[it's a good trek to the forest, about half an hour or so, but hey, Vicious is fast, and that means he gets to take in a scenic view of the meadow outside the fence. Look at all that rolling grass and sleeping pygmies and lake and also there are two moons??? Wack.

The forest, however, is less scenic. Likely no more daunting than what he recalls from home, but there's a perpetual darkness that lays over it, accompanied by an ominous presence.

So like, basic rpg shit.

Eventually he hits branching paths--will he go to a thicker wooded area, a clearing, or the swamp?]

[stirtheblood]

[This is all very familiar. Vicious assumes there are dangerous monsters lurking in the woods, because there are dangerous monsters lurking in all woods. He's not worried about it, and not being very careful about it, because historically there are no monsters more dangerous than he is, and skimping on caution makes things a little more interesting.

That said, he's not necessarily looking for a fight at the moment, just trying to figure out if there's a good place to make camp, so he heads for the clearing.]

[wooliefrand]

[wuh oh

TO THE CLEARING HE GOES. He'll approach some shrubbery--and behind it, he'll find a small cluster of deer. And not just any deer. The fawns have gems for spots, and the does have gems for eyes, and the lone stag. . .is massive, standing strong with brilliant, mixed gem antlers.

Its ears swivel and it immediately turns toward Vicious, snorting.]

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious grins at it.]

Oh, hey there. You look like you're prob'ly made out of meat.

[wooliefrand]

[It snorts once more, and the fawns and does retreat into the woods.

The stag approaches, eyeing Vicious with contempt.

GUESS WE'RE DOING THIS]

[stirtheblood]

You wanna go, huh?

[Vicious summons his guns to his hands in a flash of glowing glyphs, flipping one casually.]

[crittersheep]

[the stag cracks his neck.

And then it stands on its hind legs. The hooves on its front legs fall off, as if they were weighted gloves, revealing strange, human-like hands.

Then he cracks his knuckles. TIME TO CHARGE]

[stirtheblood]

Ha!

[Still not weirder than Tales monsters. Vicious lifts his guns to start firing energy blasts at it, but he does know by this point that his guns aren't doing much damage, so he also drops into a low crouch to dodge and prepare for close combat.]

[crittersheep]

[The blasts do little it's true, tho they are still pure energy, so some that hit repeated spots may lightly burn off a bit of its fur, but it sure doesn't slow it down.

Once it closes the distance, it brings down a fist, going for a hard bunch straight at his head. This close Vicious may notice that under that skin? That's pure diamond. Don't get hit!]

[stirtheblood]

Hn—!

[Vicious dodges narrowly by diving to the side, and comes back up swinging a gun like an axe, the blade aimed for the stag's shoulder.]

[crittersheep]

[it connects!

And hope his gun is made of sturdy stuff because it might just shatter. The deer's skeletal make up?

ALL diamond.

If a deer could smirk, it would. But for now, it's going to try to kick him with his diamond back hooves]

[stirtheblood]

[His gun is probably not traditionally breakable, but the impact to Vicious's arm is strong enough that he releases his grip on it, and it dissolves into smoke once it's fallen out of his hand. The surprise delays Vicious's reaction that the hooves glance against his side before he manages to backflip out of the way.]

Oof... tough one, ain't ya? Well, let's try this then!

[Black flames swirl around Vicious, and he transforms into demon form, his tail lashing and a large scythe replacing the gun in his hand.]

[crittersheep]

[Now THAT gives the Jim Deer some pause, especially as some plants around them start to gradually shrivel up. But Jime Deer's got the power of [redacted] and anime on his side, and it squares back up.

Time to just CHARGE RIGHT AT HIM with his antlers]

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious brings up his scythe to block directly this time, hooking it into the antlers and bracing his weight behind it with both hands, even though the impact shakes his joints painfully.]

Hahahaha! That the best ya got?!

[Black flames curl up around them as Vicious focuses his debilitating power directly at the stag.]

[crittersheep]

[Success!! Its antlers get hooked, and that energy drain starts hitting it at close range. Though it's hands are free, it stumbles, not expecting the effect to hit it so suddenly.

That said, the stag is REAL close, and if Vicious' has his hands on his staff?

Then he's getting a pure diamond kick to his chest.]

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious is used to just tanking hits, especially in this form, so he makes no effort to evade the kick this time. It does a lot more damage than he expects, though; the crystalline veins running through his chest crack and he starts oozing blood in several places.]

—Geh! Ow! The hell...??

[Vicious raises an armor-plated knee for a retaliatory strike, just on principle.]

[crittersheep]

[RUDE!!! The knee doesn't crack anything on Jim, on account of pure diamond, but the energy sapping? THAT'S what's throwing him off.

So he decides to do the same.

Which is to say, the stag focuses all his energy to fling his head backwards, aiming to take that scythe hooked on his antlers and Vicious along with it, and send them flying.

Heads up!!]

[stirtheblood]

[Flipping around is Vicious's favorite thing to do, so even with the injury he manages to move with the motion, somersaulting over the stag's head. The scythe is knocked loose from his antlers, and Vicious grunts loudly as he lands in a deep knee bend. But he stays close, gesturing to encourage the black flames higher.]

[crittersheep]

[It's not much distance, but it's some, and the stag manages to stand again--though he's obviously looking for an exit. He has the upper hand in raw strength but that does fuck all when your life energy is being drained.

The stag picks up one of the hand hooves and--tosses it at Vicious?? But it's way overhead, he can easily dodge if he wants to, though if he wants to get hit by a diamond hoof, Jim ain't gonna complain.

But moreso, the intention is to get the attention of something in the trees nearby.

A bunch of Scisters.

They're far weaker than Jim Deer and will fall near instantly to the life draining back flames.

But as they do? It's like a having a bunch of knives diving directly into Vicious' body, their own lives be damned.]

[stirtheblood]

Eh?

[Vicious looks up at the falling hoof and dodges, though he's confused enough it's slow, and he doesn't manage to raise his scythe in time for the diving birds.

Most of Vicious's body is covered with a hard black carapace that is hard to pierce, so it could be a lot worse, but he takes a lot of damage to his fleshy right arm, as well as a few glancing slices to his face, before knocking the blades down to the ground.]

Tch! The hell...

[crittersheep]

[Look if he keeps them at least he has breakfast for tomorrow!

If he wakes up tomorrow at least, as the Jim Deer makes one last charge at him--he's actually aiming to run PAST him, to get away from those deadly black flames, but, he's a spiteful deer and Vicious fucking kneed him, so!

ANOTHER KICK TO HIS CHEST for the road under the cover of all those falling dead birds.]

[stirtheblood]

[That's true! Birds are also made out of meat mostly!

Vicious does not manage to get far enough out of the way to avoid the kick, and the crack of the impact sends him falling backwards.]

Geh—!

[He barely manages to recover himself by rolling his weight on his tail, and after he realizes what's happening grabs one of the falling birds and hurls it at Jim Deer's retreating back. With it's diamond body it's not going to do much even if it hits, but maybe the blades will at least nick the skin a bit. It's the principle of the thing.]

[crittersheep]

[it tinks off Jim Deer's back as it makes its way deeper into the woods, scooping up its hooves along the way.

Congrats, you survived!! But probably get those wounds looked at! And you have a bunch of metal that can be traded and/or eaten! A WIN....ISH?]

[stirtheblood]

[Vicious has never gotten a wound looked at in his life, and it is not going to occur to him to start now. Even as his chest continues ooze blood, and the pain of cracked ribs(?) shoots through him as he moves.

With a groan he gets up to gather bird corpses. Food! Materials!

He also starts to look for some dry wood to make a fire.]